Written by Missy 10/26/2026
God Stories: A day at the beach
Hello friend,
I hope you have been doing well – it’s been a long time since I’ve written a blog for you. Today I wanted to write the first blog in a series of stories describing how Jesus has truly intervened for me. I realized there are so many times in my life where He has saved me or something important to me, and want to share these stories with others.
As you may have noticed from my title, I’ll be telling you about something that happened at the beach. Last year I went to Lake Erie with my youth group to spend the afternoon swimming, playing in the sand, and hanging out.
A couple months before this I was given a promise ring by my mom – it had belonged to my great-grandmother; who had passed away. It was passed down through the generations, being given to the eldest daughter as a promise to care for her siblings. When I was gifted it, it was to stand for a new promise – that God would provide. I had worn it that whole day already, but decided that it would be smart to take it off so that it didn’t get dirty or filled with sand. Now; I know what you’re thinking. Why would I take off an heirloom like this? Let alone at the beach?? Well, I don’t have a good answer for you, but that’s what I did.
I placed it in my beach bag under my swimsuit cover-up and went to play with my friends. Later that night it was time to head home, and as I gathered my things, I pulled my cover-up out of my bag, put it on, and walked back to the car with everyone. It wasn’t until we were almost home that I asked my mom if she had seen my ring. I assumed that maybe she grabbed it; as if she would know I had taken it off. But she didn’t have it, and neither did any of my siblings. That night I was deeply discouraged – I couldn’t believe I lost something so valuable and had been so careless. But I went to sleep, woke up the next morning, and forgot. I had given up on the possibility of ever finding it again. It was hopeless.
But God had a different plan in mind – he knew that my mom was in fact planning to go back to the beach that morning. She took us all there, and I was still hopeless. I got out of the car and walked back to the spot we had been hanging out (which was marked by a pile of rocks one of my friends had made; coincidentally) and started to dig in the sand.
Meanwhile, there was a mom with her kiddos using metal detectors and searching the beach for treasures left behind – their grandpa was with them as well, and they quickly noticed us looking on the beach. They lent us some metal detectors and helped us search. I had started to regain hope but still remained discouraged – I didn’t believe it was possible. There were a few false alarms, but after about 20 minutes of searching I dug a couple inches into the sand and found it. My heart raced, tears welled up in my eyes; and I called out “I found it! I found my ring!” The family who had come out to help us rejoiced with us, and soon we were heading off the beach again.
I wanted to share this story with you because God always meets us right where we’re at. He knows what’s on our minds, and even when we have lost hope,
He always provides.
Maybe you haven’t lost an heirloom like this, or maybe you have lost something or someone else important to you. Whatever you may have lost, we can move forward knowing that our God hears every desperate cry for help. So go through your day with joy; knowing that He already has a plan to bring back what was lost.
With Love,
Missy